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Kiernan Norman
Poems
Nov 2012
words #1
swim until you canβt see land
until names etched deep in cardiac tissue blur
and fade, scored over with seasalt and creases of a million maps,
a secret stash of maps. absurd and hoarded and crumpled under carseats and
rolled neat
and boastful in umbrella holders or worse, framed and hung
Maps jotted freehand on napkins stained with tea and mustard and left
to be bused with the crusts and pocketful of change.
swim until you canβt read the maps.
the lines to here from there are arteries
on your fresh, clean heart.
Written by
Kiernan Norman
Connecticut
(Connecticut)
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